My film script about mafia bullies beaten by unconditional love, was typed faster than expected in the carvery restaurant, between mouthfuls of healthy, yummy roast. Until a woman approached. “May I sit at your table,” she asked. “It’s full here today.” I beckoned her to sit, and refocussed on the plot. But... have you felt someone's energies in need? Eventually I had to ask. “So what brings you here?” “My son’s a clown.” Huh...? “A clown," she continued. "A real one. He was injured and just returned to the circus.” “So you’re a circus mum?” “I’m the queen of the circus. My husband owns it. He’s the king. My son is the crown prince.” I must have looked surprised. “A circus is a royal court,” she added. “The king is respected, and treated like royalty. We are the royal family.” It was interesting conversation, but I preferred to write my "bad mafia-nice love" script. Until she said, "Mafia groups try to make power grabs."

"Mafia groups?"

"They're in the circus, and try to take over with threats. My son was clowning in the ring, pretending to hobble for laughs. As left the ring, behind the curtain a troupe of acrobats from Ukraine waited, and beat him. When he returned to the ring, he really hobbled. He was in agony. The crowd laughed, thinking he was clowning."

"So," I smiled. "I usually meet people in need of help. How can I help you?"

It's amazing the variety of answers to the question, How can I help you. She hesitated. Then, blurted, "I'm suicidal."

I used to be a Samaritan, on the end of a phone for suicidal people, using a method to release suicidal thoughts. You confront potential suicide with a chronological process and structured questions, in a certain voice. When secret thoughts are not secret any more, there's a release of burden. (Important - do not try this unless trained - there's a process - refer suicidal people to the Samaritans or similar.)

"How often have you thought of committing suicide?" I asked gently, to start assessing risk.

"Every week for about 17 years."

Hmm... After weekly thoughts of suicide for 17 years, she's probably a low risk... But best to check...

I spoke in a soft voice. "If you did do something, what would you do?"

"Tablets. Every time I've felt suicidal I've bought more tablets. There's enough at home to kill an army!"

Oh dear, that's a higher risk. Her method is at hand. It only takes one change of thought not to buy, but to take...

"What happened 17 years ago?" I asked.

"Since I was two, I knew I was destined to paint portraits, with a painting hung in the National Gallery. That was my soul purpose. Then came the car crash. My soul fragmented. I saw the art part of my soul leave. Ever since, my soul purpose has had impossible obstacles. There's no reason to live if you can't do what you were born for."

She looked terribly sad, about to cry. Not good in a restaurant. Her sketch book lay on the table. "May I see," I asked. It was amazing. Really. Sketches were as professional as I've ever seen.

"There's finished portraits on my camera," she added.

Gosh, she was talented. Portraits painted in caricature, outline, colour, B&W, and like photographs etc were all astonishingly excellent. So this is why she's here... Her soul purpose needs help... "Have you heard of soul retrieval," I asked.

"Yes," she replied. "I've got Sioux blood."

I'd better say my credentials to give her confidence. "I was asked to be a shaman-medicine man for a Lakota tribe."

I tuned in for a moment, to feel what I was about to say was OK. It seemed good. "Well," I said, "Here's a deal for you. I come to your house and throw out all your tablets. After, I'll guide you through a soul retrieval process, to regain the art part of your soul, so you can achieve your destiny. OK?"

"Yes please." She grinned happily. "Are you an angel?"

I just smiled and said, "there are many weird things in heaven and earth".

"Well, I think you are. From now on, I'll call you my Hairy Angel".

I'm busy, but a soul in Need, is a soul in Deed. Should be interesting when I visit her house...

A three hour bus trip through Mexican deserts from Queretaro to Mexico City did not seem fun. I'd travelled the route before, and the luxury coach, with films, food, drinks, recliners etc were little compensation for a near-barren landscape, dotted with cactus plants and an occasional hill.

Before boarding, I couldn't help noticing a tall, stunningly beautiful lady. Some type of model, I thought. I was surprised that, on the crowded bus, my reserved seat was next to hers.

Carmen truly deserved her Miss World title. She was so, so beautiful, not just in her looks, but in her lady-like manners, her gentle way of talking, her intelligent awareness - and her obviously gorgeous and deeply loving soul.

I had to ask...

"Do you believe in angels?"

"Oh yes, they're all around me," she replied with such sweet, genuine laughter.

The rest of our conversation is private. But some readers with angelic souls may guess the drift...

If you'd like to buy her special shampoo that helps men's hair grow, let me know. I'll email her. She's only 22, and currently looking for global outlets...

Apologies to regular readers... It’s been too busy for too long to write this blog. That means... there’s been too many excitingly weird and wonderful happenings to blog about! Here's the "titles" of some daily happenings I could have blogged, to give a taste and flavour of recent fun.

1. Flying angel in Vitoria, with night time photos

2. Baby Jesus invited me into her bedroom for ‘therapy’. An hour and a half later I came out to see her very large husband with folded arms and grim face...

3. How I taught young man in Spain to heal away 100% of his mother’s arthritic pain

4. Healing a nearby passenger's fear of flying, in mid-air from England to Spain

5. Explaining a Dutchman’s negativity was genetically inherited calms him

6. Loss of an Englishman's job leads to depression and guilt, and possible bereavement

Millions of people, the day after Easter Monday, continue their lives exactly as before Easter. They've had their chocolate eggs and family gathering, and perhaps personal penitence and public festivity. Hierarchy of churches might even have sent a message to beckon their flock to help our world. Then that's it, until next Easter.

Perhaps thoughts could arise, in a similar way to how Jesus rose from the dead. Think about this - resurrection can be literal, or symbolic.

1. Jesus rising from the dead literally shows human existence does not end with physical death. Even 2,000 years later, countless people have visions of Jesus. On my courses, during lectures, and in life, Jesus has literally appeared to show the reality of life after death, and the beauty of His healing and LOve. That shocks some people who did not believe before. Sometimes, literal truth is only understood when experienced... 2. Stories of Jesus appearing after his death to disciples and others to help them, shows humanity can literally appear after death too. If you don't believe your friend who said, for example, they saw their dead grandmother's soul or spirit appear, perhaps you should think of Christ's resurrection and think again!3. Resurrection is also symbolic. Be inspired that like rising from the dead, you can resurrect your life. Resurrect your happiness, health, finances, relationships and dreams in different more useful ways. Fulfil unconscious desires to do good before you die. Leave behind satisfying outcomes of a time on Earth that was well-spent.

Perhaps it's time to switch off the TV, or stop whatever you do too much of, simply to pass time. Maybe it's time to resurrect your life, to be more angelic, more useful to our world before you resurrect after death.

Strolling along the beach, one often sees incredible sights. The most incredible today was a giant of a man running towards me in swimming shorts, with muscles bulging everywhere, and tattoos bulging on the muscles.

The incredible bits were his gigantic size, and his tattoos which all signified something dark or dangerous. Evil-grinning skulls shone from each shoulder. Knives and swords were needled down each arm and leg. Each hip had realistic tattoos of gun-handles, as if the barrels were poked inside his shorts, ready to draw for a shoot-out.

The man stopped running near me, where his clothes lay on the beach. He picked up a towel to mop sweat from his face. He was an intriguing specimen of humanity.

I walked towards him. "Hello," I said. He didn't look at me, and just grunted a response. "Hello," I repeated, looking at the gun tattoos. "Do those guns mean you're a tough guy?" If you'd seen the size of the man, it was a fair question. I didn't expect his response though. He laughed.

"Maybe," he replied. "Maybe not."

"I'd rather see you with an angel tattoo," I smiled. Sometimes it's possible to confront in a way that's disarming. Not on this occasion.

"No way," he said emphatically. "An angel on my skin? I'd rather be dead."

I changed the subject. "So what's your job?" I asked, expecting him to work for something dark and dangerous. I didn't expect this response either.

"I'm an anaesthetist at the local hospital." A smile broke through his craggy features.

It didn't seem possible. So I told him my true story of being wheeled into an operating theatre, the anaesthetist swearing in a stressed-out way, and me offering him stress-reduction therapy before I was put under and unconscious.

"That's terrible," the giant replied. And he proceeded to reel off a long list of things my anaesthetist should have done for me, including which drugs should have been used. He ended by encouraging me to make a formal complaint, and explaining hospital complaint procedures.

"Thank you," I said. "If you're an anaesthetist, and doing such good work, why are all your tattoos about death and destruction? An angel tattoo would represent your good work."

He grinned, then explained softly. "I had a tough upbringing, in a tough neighbourhood. You wouldn't want to know what I've seen. These tattoos remind me there's a choice in life. You can choose darkness and evil, or you can choose the path of the angels. I made a choice."

"I hope if we meet again, I'll see at least one small angel tattoo on you?"

"Never! I'll never have an angel tattoo! Why would I want an angel outside my skin, when I'm an angel inside?"

It was my turn to grin. Angels on Earth come in all sorts of sizes and guises. It was simply the first size and guise I've met of that sort.

As I turned on the car radio yesterday, a scientist introduced herself. "... and my current job is to count all the bubbles in the oceans of the world."

Wow. I love creative jobs. Even though many seem frivolous or wasteful, chosen just for fun.

The best job I ever heard of was the sister of a friend in Norway, Frank. We co-authored a book, Usui's teacher. (If you like Reiki, it's a powerful 1904 book, written by the tutor of Dr Usui. It teaches how to use different energies for specific illnesses, how to develop psychic ability, and how to reach enlightenment.Click here for new website.)

Anyway, when I met Frank's sister, she was just catching a plane to Australia to start her PhD. "What's your PhD on," I asked.

She grinned. "How people greet each other when they meet. I'll visit lots of bars, shops and clubs, and see how people say "Hello." I'll start saying hello to people in Australia, and slowly travel around the world, saying hello in as many countries as possible!"

"That's not a PhD," I said. "That's a fun holiday."

"Ah yes," she laughed. " But it's a branch of science - human sociology. I'm just extending the boundaries of sociology."

It was the same with the scientist on the radio. Others on the panel laughed incredulously that she spent her time travelling the world's oceans to count bubbles.

"I'm just extending the boundaries of my science," she laughed. "There are two types of job. One is where you're stuck in a rut, with no progression. It's a dead end. It leads nowhere except, as there's little else to explore, it'll lead to you having a closed mind.

"The other type of job is where you explore, be creative, try to understand more about the world, push boundaries. I prefer to explore, to understand more than is already known."

Her comments set me thinking about this blog, and understand a little more why I often call it a "weird" blog..

Healing, psychic intuition, and angelic or spiritual enlightenment overlap. Learning one subject often automatically leads to exploring one or both of the others.

For healers, psychic, and spiritual seekers, it's simply either 1. exploring one of those three fields in deeper and deeper ways or2. exploring all three of the fields in wider and wider ways.

Eventually, we're no different to the extremes of creative, boundary breaking science. Like shaking hands and counting bubbles, we push boundaries to understand more about helping ourselves or others on Earth.

The only difference between boundary pushing scientists, and healers, psychics and angelic or spiritual beings is - the latter three push boundaries in the University of Life.

Ah, that's different. "The problem is," I said, "already online you can read countless witness testimonies of ghosts, hear many voice recordings of spirits, see a myriad photos of spectres, and watch countless videos of apparitions. Highly significant evidence already proves they exist. We don't need more evidence. People just have to believe existing evidence."

She wouldn't listen. One of those cases of, "It doesn't matter how many people see a ghost, even all my friends. Until I see one, I won't believe it!"

I tried to explain the evidence again, but she was adamant not to believe. "Never. I'll never believe anyone. Not unless I see a ghost myself.."

"And how do you hope to do that?"

"I might join them and be a ghost hunter too."

Later, I searched their website. They seem a refreshingly professional bunch with clear scientific objectives.

I'll mention a few bits from the Ghost Hunters website. Who knows, you may want to join? :-)

Intelligent Haunt: When the spirit of a person who has passed on remains in a property. Investigators may have “conversations” with intelligent spirits by using various pieces of equipment.

Residual Haunt: When the essence of a person has been caught in a room/property/object. It is like a tape recorder playing on a loop and will happen if anyone is there or not.

Fear Cage: A confined area in a location that is surrounded by and filled with a high electro-magnetic field.

Cold Spots: A spirit needs to draw energy from the air, consequently making the air surrounding it colder.

EVP: (Electronic Voice Phenomenon) A disembodied voice not heard at the time by the human ear imprints onto an audio recording device.

EMF Detector: Looks for fluctuations in the electromagnetic field. It is very rare to get a concentrated spike in one location and not track it to a natural source. The investigator might ask the spirit to pass by or stand beside the K2 metre and make the lights go from green to red to indicate a ‘yes’ response to a question.

Franks Box/Ghost Box, White Noise Generator: Continually scans radio frequencies and generates continuous white noise. Entities will have something to draw from to make a sound or a voice. Conversations have been held by asking questions of the spirits and gaining responses through the white noise.

Perhaps this new ghost-hunting organisation is good for people like my disbelieving friend. It won't take long with modern instruments, readings, photos and videos to prove ghosts exist.

My work means I'm often asked to help someone's health, life path, or situation. It's amazing how issues become resolved fast, often with unexpected synchronicity. Helpful Destiny often seems to be at work...

Last week I published a new article on this site, Elderly people - can you afford not to help them. (See under 'Articles.') A brilliant medical doctor friend in Mexico, Dr Pepe Valencia emailed. He's published eight books on palliative care and been a live-TV advice doctor. He wrote a heartfelt plea to all his friends to fund his Foundation helping the elderly.

Certainly I don't have enough money to fund a large Foundation. The best I thought I could do was publish his article online, and see if someone responds... It was a sort of prayer to readers, and to God and the spirit world, to see if something can be done to help.

Yesterday something amazing happened. Pepe Skyped me for the first time this year. As we chatted, another Mexican friend, Martha, messaged for only about the 3rd time this year. As I waited for Pepe's message reply, I typed Martha a question, asking about her new job.

Have you guessed it...?

She works for an organisation that helps Foundations raise funds! :-)

So she and Dr Pepe are in contact...

Of course this could be yet another coincidence. But... Synchronicities in my life, unexpected solutions to people's problems, occur too fast, too regularly, and too strangely...

It's as if focussed love, a powerful intention to help and achieve a good deed, creates a space in the atmospheric fabric to behold requests for those good deeds in a special Light. And that Light can be "viewed" by God, angels or spirits and consciously acted on. Or "felt" by relevant people and unconsciously acted on.

As Kayce, a lovely friend from Malaysia said once, "Allan, you're scary!" She'd phoned me two hours before, saying her Malaysian cousin had tried for 20 years to find a lost uncle in England. Two hours later, after a truly weird "coincidence", I phoned her with his address and phone number.

Yesterday Kayce asked me to find her a partner. She loves England and visits regularly. How on Earth can I find her a partner, I thought. But... Immediately after she asked, the first friend I spoke to said her ex-husband would like to meet an Asian woman... Synchronicity...? Watch this space...

And remember, a beautiful and perfect God-given synchronicity could be just around your next corner...

I have seen countless ghosts and spirits. I've rescued their lost souls, released them from trapped environments, and helped spirit-possessed people return to normal. That's not as unusual as it might sound...

Countless sightings of ghosts and spirits have been described by credible, famous and prominent individuals and groups in all parts of the world since records began. Such sightings provide immense circumstantial evidence that ghosts or spirits exist.

According to a legal definition, circumstantial evidence in Law is, "Information and testimony that permits conclusions that indirectly establish the existence of a fact."

On the internet, credible witnesses, photos and videos, provide an immense body of circumstantial and physical evidence - shouldn't we all now simply accept ghosts and spirits exist?

The problem is that science says there is no evidence for the existence of ghosts or spirits (despite circumstantial evidence to the contrary). Perhaps that's why, even if a person's friend or family member says they've seen a ghost, unless that person sees a ghost too, they won't believe it?

But believers are increasing globally.

USABetween 1996 to 2009, the percentage of Americans who claim to have experienced a ghost rose from 9% to 18%. 48% of Americans now believe in ghosts, or that the dead can return to certain places, or for certain reasons.

SwedenThis year, Swedish newspaper, Svenska Dagbladet, published a Sifo polling firm article showing 21% of Swedes experienced a ghost. A Dalarna University professor of religious studies Liselotte Frisk stated, "the country is in the midst of a supernatural renaissance."

United Kingdom25 per cent of the UK adult population – or around 11m people - have experienced a ghost, according to spectre expert Professor Richard Wiseman's research. (It was 7% in the 1950s, 14% in the 1990s, and 19% in 2003.)

Utah, USAProfessional ghost hunter and spirit rescue worker Kim Terry says percentages of believers is higher in localised areas. For example, in Utah, USA, 70 percent believe, and up to 50 per cent have had an experience.

Two questions in a nationwide USA poll in 2005...

Q1. DO YOU BELIEVE IN LIFE AFTER DEATH?Yes - 78%No - 14%

Q2. WILL SCIENCE EVER PROVE IF AN AFTERLIFE EXISTS?Yes - 8%No - 87%

It can be seen from the answers to these two questions that science is totally at odds with the general population.

As mentioned, the problem is science. Scientists don't have a machine to categorically state readings are from a ghost or spirit (and nothing else!) - and they unscientifically ignore the other aspect of science, circumstantial evidence.

Yet how many times has science projected an "absolute truth" only to be found later that their "truth" was not true at all?

Perhaps it's time for rationally-minded humans to stand up and say, we don't believe in science in regard to ghosts or the spirit world, we believe in our personal experience, we believe in the CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE of the majority...

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See my weird-but-true first blog post on December 1st 2011, for an overview of my polymath, joyful and horrid fairy tale life. Taste the yummy, Godly, disgusting and loving ingredients of future posts - all truthful, with just a little artistic licence.

If writing is the fruit of sin, I must have sinned greatly. Otherwise how was I cured after decades of being 80% disabled; how did I earn merits at a university creative writing course for poetry, fiction and non-fiction; and how did I travel and lecture on TV and radio internationally? I must surely have sinned in wonderfully fun ways.